Chapter 8

                                    

                                          
Santhia's POV
Just a few days after the Orc Lord events, an unofficial meeting was called by one of my fellow colleagues, no doubt called due to the failure of the Orc Lord operation and Orseph's unprecedented death most importantly. As the only witness of these events, I've had no choice but to attend.
And so here I am, in the Southern Continent where the meeting was to take place. I give my own account of the recent events. Show the observation orb I have used during those moments, show the death of both Orseph and the Orc Lord. Some would mention the similarity that monster had with the guest Guy had always let through his imaginary space during Walpurgis. With each passing second, the thought of a Walpurgis guest killing a Demon Lord ran through everyone's minds. How could she do such a thing? How can Guy just let this happen? The air is heavy... Enough so that I may actually suffocate. Orseph, have you not been a fool I would not be in this situation! 
"..."
Okay... It is pointless to berate the dead. What matters now is how will I get myself out of this predicament. Despite being a Demon Lord, I am actually the weakest one here... A reason I tread oh so carefully. Perhaps it was a mistake to readily accept Clayman's proposal, no, it WAS a mistake. But there's no point regretting it now.
I steel myself, taking quick glances of fellow Demon Lords to my front, left and right. They all wear complicated expressions, except for a select few whomst are fuming with hatred, they are the closest friends of Orseph. 
"We shan't let this go, I call for a complete retaliation!" Yelled one.
Demon Lord Esherp, like Orseph, has quite the boastful and prideful nature. A musclehead much like his nation in the south, a beastman. 
He looks onto me, as if saying that if I refuse there will be large consequences. This is why I shouldn't have joined their schemes... I'm being pulled into more trouble I cannot go against.
Still, retaliation? Against a monstrosity such as her? Despite the evidences I've given and even my own testament? Has he lost his mind?
A fool's demise. I fear my fellow Demon Lords as I am the weakest link, but I am not foolish enough to join a fool's errand against someone such as her. I stand up, ready to voice my disagreement but I, or rather we, get interrupted. 
"I fear you are thinking too hastily, my friend."
A voice so deep spoke out, and Esherp flinched upon hearing it. From within the dark corner of the room, the owner of the voice emerged, Demon Lord Rowa. His elongated ears made it a clear indicator of his elven origins, but he is different amongst the rest of his specie. Darkened skin and ashen hair, he is what the rest of the world call a "Falsifier". He is the most terrifying being in this room, the most obvious reason being his power as aside from the True Dragons and Demon Lord Milim, he was the only other person to be able to rival Demon Lord Guy in power. I only know of this because Guy had said so, but that alone is proof enough.
Knowing Rowa is now in this room, Esherp once again saw reason and sat back down. 
"I know what some of you are thinking. And I know what you are feeling. But must you think so hastily?"[Rowa]
There was no response to his question, we all knew deep inside ourselves, this wasn't a threat we could take lightly. If anything else, this new threat would put our power as Demon Lords into question. 
But why? Why, Orseph would've asked, had he not been the one to be killed, that is. Why are we so afraid of one monstrosity, when we outnumber it with more than ten of our own here in this room?